Amy was in the dark. She was alone. She was cold, and she was scared. There was no one around. She sat alone, and oh so scared in her room, little Amelia Pond, not afraid of anything...

Suddenly, she wasn't alone. A man was holding her hand, a tall man. A man in a blue torn shirt, and a long tie... he took her hands. She wasn't alone. She trusted that man, he took away her fear.

But then he smiled and let go of her hands. He stepped backwards into the darkness and disappeared, and no matter how far she ran she couldn't find him.

But then there was someone else, someone else in the cold, frightening dark. A friend. No matter where she looked her friend was there. Always there. It was a pity she wasn't looking for him.

She kept looking past the friend, until eventually she saw. The raggedy man was back, in the dark with her. He took her hands again.

She wasn't scared any more.

On the third morning she was yet again woken up by the brilliant sunslight creeping through the curtains. She stretched, cat-like, spread herself across the bed and stared up at the ceiling, trying to recall onto the dream she had been having. But she remembered nothing but darkness and fear.

Sighing, she rolled over and looked to the window. She squinted in the daylight and wiped her face, clearing her eyes of the itchy sleep dust that had accumulated in her eyes in the last few days. Sitting up, she stretched again, feeling three days worth of rest in her body. She needed to get up.

She got out of bed slowly, lowering one leg from the covers at a time and placing her feet on the floor. She stayed like this for a minute, feeling the cool breeze (cool compared to under the covers, anyway) caress her legs, before grimacing at the state of herself. Three days of bed rest, plus an underground adventure takes its toll on a girl's hygiene regime.

She stood up, slightly wobbly on her feet , and padded over to the window. Peeling back the curtains an inch she could see outside, and found herself slightly breath taken by the view. She could see the ocean, the beautiful blue ocean rippling back and forth, glittering under the mid morning sun. She smiled. Even in her shattered emotional state she could still appreciate a beautiful planet. She considered whether today was the day to leave the room. Once she'd taken a shower, of course.

She heard a knocking at the door, and heard the Doctor call through the door. "Amy, please come out!" She turned around to face the door, and considered what to do. "Amy, I can hear you moving." He told her. He sounded so... forlorn.

"What do you want, Doctor?" She called, and without realising it walked over to the door. She tried to peek through the gap where the door and the frame met, but it was an exact fit and she could see nothing.

"I'm worried about you, Amy." He replied eventually. He sounded so sad. Part of her really wanted to open the door, but something inside was stopping her. She still wanted to be alone.

"I'm fine." She tried to assure him. She turned round and leant her back against the wall.

She heard him mumble something, but didn't ask what he said. He spoke again. "It's no fun without you!" He whinged through the door.

"Oh don't be such a baby." She snapped back.

"If you come out I'll show you round the resort," he told her. "We can go scuba diving! Have you ever been, Amy? The fish out here are fantastic, they'll come right up and sniff your nose!" She smiled at the thought. "Though you might want to be careful of the Piranhas... nasty little fellows, they are."

She chuckled at the thought, and at the Doctor. He always had a way of making her laugh, even now. She stroked the door with her fingertips.

"Will you come out?" He asked seriously. She could hear the sadness in his voice, and she felt her heart throb almost painfully. She considered it, she considered leaving the room, to be with the one thing she had left in the world, her one companion. But modesty took over. She needed a shower, she needed to wash her hair; she didn't want the Doctor seeing her like this. He had seen her at worse, she knew, but this was too...

She sighed. "Not right now, Doctor." She told him. "Maybe later."

The Doctor was silent for a few seconds, and she felt a pang of guilt. "Whatever you want." He told her.

I joked with my friend that if I got 2 reviews in a day, I would put up two chapters in a day. Guess who got 2 reviews?
Note: This will not always work, only if I have been keeping up with the chapters. My Who Years resolution is to write something every day, and so far I've been keeping it :D
And reviews still make me write faster, just reminding you.